"You’ve done a lot of fucked up things in the past, Taylor, but dropping a Serial Killer whose targets are always old people in an area where most of the oldies are Ex-Nazi or Nazi Sympathisers is truly sadistic." Wiping a laughter tear from his eye, it took my brother a few moments to calm down.
"Meh, I do what I can. I thought it was pretty good; regardless, it pushed my personal Descent Progress in doing so, meaning it wasn’t a fruitless endeavor. I will say, though, I figured you’d get on me for allowing a Serial Killer to live a new life on the loose. Weren’t you supposed to be a Justicebound Hero?"
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"Justicebound, my ass, you know as well as I do how fucked up the world is, and if it aids us in building a better life for our family, do what you want; just don’t get me involved." Rolling his eyes, Brenden leaned forward and smacked my shoulder.
"Anyway, this third slave, I assume that’s your new Xilia; you said I had a run-in with her a few times in the past; what do you mean by that…is she a returner or something?"
"I was getting to that…so I mentioned that Harlow, who I renamed Vincent, was a temp butler; well, that was his cover story while I got the paperwork in order. Basically, I crafted a new Alias for myself, the one who is the "writer" of Henry Potter, Cal, and he’s a young master from a wealthy background."
"Still treating life like it’s a game of Dungeons and Dragons, I see…" Brenden muttered upon hearing I had not only created a new alias but a full backstory for it, too, as if I were a game character, but I chose to ignore him.
"Leaving Hyde, where Harlow was from, we headed back to London, where I hunted down a suitable place to make a base of operations, but as luck would have it, the house I chose at random belonged to the Harrington family."
Hearing the name Harrington, Brenden jumped to his feet and flailed his arms around.
"YOU FUCKING ENSLAVED RENNI HARRINGTON, YOU FUCKING MAD MAN!" He screamed, unafraid of waking up our father.
"Woah woah, VOLUME, little brother, and yeah…so what." Blinking three times, I made a lowering motion with my hand.
"So what? SO WHAT! Do you even realize what you’ve done? She was an undercover triple agent who had not only connections within the Heroes and Villians but also the Myriad Races! She’s a traitor to Mankind!" Stomping his foot in aggravation, Brenden turned and began pacing around the room.
"I mean, technically speaking, you could say the same thing about me, considering I played all sides of the field, hell if I could have weaseled my way into the Extraterrestrial forces, I probably would have without hesitation, providing the benefit of doing so was worth it." Shrugging my shoulders, I found myself leaning to the side as I dodged a dresser drawer being thrown at my head.
"OI, don’t fucking throw furniture at my head asshole!" I growled while rolling on the floor and bouncing up to my feet.
"Shut up, tell me you have a fully binding and unbreakable Soul Contract with her!" Brenden stated while hurling another dresser drawer at my head.
"The fuck kind of half-assed operation do you think I run? Of course, I did. She is my property in mind, body, and soul now, and she will never escape my clutches." Reaching out, I caught the third and final dresser drawer with one hand and tossed it onto the bed so that it didn’t get broken like the other two.
"What the hell has you so miffed, Brenden? You never react like this…" Narrowing my eyes and stepping forward toward my agitated brother, I inquired.
"That bitch, she infiltrated Vesaragon and corrupted hundreds of our members before marching them off to their deaths as experimental subjects for the Vampires and Elves."
"Hey now, calm down, that was in the Origin Timeline. I won’t let her get out of control this time around, and heh, she will be giving you a batch of Nieces or a Nephew."
Hearing this, Brenden froze in place as the wheels in his head came to a screeching halt.
"Before you ask, no, I don’t plan on marrying or even being romantically involved with her, so don’t worry about calling her sister or anything, but I do plan on turning her into a baby factory until she gives me a son, she’s already signed the contract and everything."
"You WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!" Lunging forward, Brenden tried tackling me, only to end up landing face-first on the carpet after grabbing air instead.
"Calm down, dumbass; I know what I am doing; the contract I made her sign stops her from harming OUR interests, yours and mine; this means she can do nothing against our family in ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM!"
"And better yet, I didn’t skimp out on a high-grade contract either; I burned thousands of Ark Coins to purchase the strongest contract in the shop; she is completely under my control, so get your head out of your ass." Rushing forward, I planted my foot on Brenden’s back and held him down until he stopped struggling and calmed down.
"I swear, you better keep her away from me, Taylor…" Brenden started, but I applied a little pressure to his back, making it difficult for him to breathe.
"Won’t happen; I plan on bringing her here after the divorce between Amanda and Dad is finalized; she will be our step-sister on paper, so get used to it; these are plans I have long since come up with."
"Damn it, fine, FINE," it took a few minutes of struggle before Brenden finally caved and relented.
"I’m not asking you to become best friends or treat her like a sister in private, but in public, she will technically be your older sister, so take that with a grain of salt and suck it up." Sitting on the bed, I crossed my arms.
"Emilia won’t like this; I wouldn’t be surprised if she straight up tried killing Renni…I mean Xilia." Rubbing his back, Brenden added.
"Why?"
"Because every time I’ve ever encountered Renni, she constantly flirted with me and tried feeling me up, even in front of Emilia…"
"ohhh, this is gonna be fun," I said while rolling my eyes in sarcasm.